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Blackpool Treasures – Friends Reunited

What to do with a collection of beach toys? Write a toy story, of course!

ACT ONE SCENE ONE
Blackpool beach on a calm sunny day

Green Man, angry, snarling, waving his arms.
“Hey you! Over here!”

Green Man

Little Yellow Blob, sobbing.
“Where am I?”

GM & LYB

Green Man
“Blackpool beach. Washed up, just like me. Been tangled in seaweed for weeks. Couldn’t be in a cooler place than Blackpool. Who’s that over there?”

Little Yellow Blob, not sobbing any more.
“Oh, that’s BEN098 from Alien Force. Saw him surfing the waves the other week. Weird dude. Never has much to say. Pity about his hand. Hammerhead got it.”

BEN08

Hammerhead had his hand

Umbrella Girl
“Hi there! I’ve lost my keys. Can I join the party?”

Umbrella Girl

Little Pony, galloping along the sands, shaggy mane blowing in the breeze.

Little Pony

“Neigh! What a journey. Those white horses were a bit fierce during the storm. On my way to Southport. Not a chance! When the tide turns I might make it across the Ribble, or Morecambe, or Isle of Man. Never know where you’ll end up. Anyone want a ride?”

Little Pony

Green Man
“Ooh yes, please! I’ve always wanted my own little pony.”

Umbrella Girl
“I’m going to hitch a lift in Hot Wheels. So awesomely wicked. I guess it took a wrong turn somewhere along the way.”

Hot Wheels

Little Yellow Blob
“Hmm – got choices to make. Either on the back of Sid the Driftwood Serpent or Elliman’s Embrocation. I could easily shuffle inside and use my back-end as a bung.”